With myrtle wreath we'll deck thy brow,
Bonas, old St. Bonas.
The verdant leaves our love avow,
Bonas, old St. Bonas.
Thy name was ever fair and bright,
We'll keep it thus with memory's light,
And laud thy glorious brown and white,
Bonas, old St. Bonas.

Verse 2

Our hearts shall ever be thy shrine,
Bonas, old St. Bonas.
Around thy name shall honor twine
Bonas, old St. Bonas.
E'er hallowed shall thy memory grow,
Through years have fled and years shall flow,
Within our souls thy love shall glow,
Bonas, old St. Bonas.